Susan, We are accepting miles.  Not only do we want to accumulate miles, but also give others who are touched by our story a chance to contribute and be a part of it.  So, certainly if you want to post a blog that'd be great.  You could just direct them to email me directly  if they'd like to contribute miles or share similar stories about their soldiers, I'd really like that. Thanks again!

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The French version of the can-can, which became popular in the early 1800s in the working class ballrooms of Paris, is a lively music hall dance.

It's performed by a chorus line of women, usually dressed in long skirts and petticoats, which are lifted, kicked and swirled suggestively to reveal the dancers’ black-stocking-ed legs, and sometimes more!

By the time the second bullet struck her spine, 18-year-old Razelle Botha was bleeding so badly she thought she was going to die right there in her bedroom in Pretoria, South Africa.

The force of the next three bullets sent her flying across her bed and suddenly the teen was fighting to take her next breath.

Her arms became heavy. She couldn't move her legs.

A few days later, doctors told Razelle she would likely never walk again.

It was just over a year ago, while still in a hospital bed, that Razelle (shown here with her dog Whooki), decided she wanted to escape the violence of South Africa, move to a "safer haven" and begin anew in Calgary, Canada.

Photograph by: Courtesy

Susan notes: excerpted from Walking Beneath a Weight, a column  by Pakistani writer and author Bina Shah, which first appeared at Dawn.com in March 2009.

Recently I found a poem (first published in 1963), by the poet and academic Jon Stallworthy, who is professor emeritus of English literature at Oxford University:

Sindhi Woman

Barefoot through the bazaar,
and with the same undulant grace
as the cloth blown back from her face,
she glides with a stone jar
high on her head
and not a ripple in her tread.
Watching her cross erect
stones, garbage, excrement, and crumbs
of glass in the Karachi slums,
I, with my stoop, reflect
they stand most straight
who learn to walk beneath a weight.

By Jon Stallworthy

I was quite surprised that a New Zealander who is the author of several volumes of poetry and books about poetry and famous poets could produce something relevant to our corner of the world. But the poem is incredibly evocative of the stereotypical image of the Sindhi woman.

Justine Masika Bihamba, is one of the founders of Women's Synergy for the Victims of Sexual Violence, a women's human rights organization working in the Democratic Republic of Congo.

She leads a group of amazing women who help other women who have been the victims of sexual violence.

Yvonne R. Davis, President and CEO of DAVISCommunications, is an internationally recognized leadership development coach, speaker, and award winning journalist. She is an expert in cross-cultural and global emerging markets. She's also an AWR member.

These paragraphs are excerpted from and article she recently wrote about Sheikha Lubna for Middle East Online.

Sheikha Lubna Bint Khalid Al Qasimi was named United Arab Emirates Minister of Foreign Trade in early 2008.

Her appointments paved the way for three other women cabinet Ministers, as well as a growing host of young highly talented woman Ambassadors with considerable clout and power in their own right.

She is the forerunner of the women's empowerment in the UAE; influencing positive change in the entire Muslim and Arab world.

Sheikha Lubna is a blue blooded Princess -- the Qasimi family heads two of the UAE's seven Emirates (Sharjah and Ras al-Khaimah). She does not do any dainty stepping however. She is always thinking and busy on her blackberry, sending and receiving messages to and from leaders around the globe, she knows in her position she has fully replaced a size 10 man's shoe with a pair of pumps.

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By Yvonne Davis
Middle East Online